Enter Prentices.
Host. There, there my fine fil-pots; give the word as you passe; anon, anon, sir anon; heere and there in the twinckling, looke well at the barre, there again my little Mercuries, froath them up to the brimme, and fill as tis needeful; if their Pates be full of Wine let your Pottles be three quarters; trip and goe, here and there; now, my brave Lad, wash thy woundes with good Wine; bidde am welcom, my little Sybil; put sugar in his hole there, I must in to my guests; sleepe soundly till morning; Canarie is a Jewell, and a Figge for Browne-bastard.[236] [Exit.
Hostes. Gentlemen, ye are welcom, though my husband be a little talkative, yet truly he is an unreasonable honest man, yee shall finde his words and his sayings all one.
Scil. I thinke no less, yet I would desire to enter as time and place shall serve.
Hostes. Ile lead the way forsooth.
Phy. Nay, pray ye, Hostesse, a word. I say little, but i'me sure I have sustained the most wrong; by this light, I had rather he had broke my head in three places; I pray you lend me a brush, hee has put my hat quite out of fashion.
Host. That shall ye sir, a brush there, hoe!
Enter[237] Boss, with the dog.
Bos. Salve, sis salvus. I pray yee which of you five is Hostis of this house?
Boy. That's easily discernd, for foure weare breeches.